Frays Poems - Poems about Frays

...+the knot does not untie from within but frays at the edges, a thread pulled loose by unseen hands+ —we do not walk in bodies—we drift in thought, for there is no world but the one the mind dream......

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...Threads unravel, bare and thin, the fabric frays where life begins. I trace the scars along my skin, each mark a map of storms within. Breath catches where the silence looms, a heavy weight in s......

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...She renders me unstable, A force too wild to cradle. Her laughter cascades, Like untamed hair upon my chest, Each word a dagger, sharp and true, Yet she is my unbridled joy, my undoing too. S......

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... The midnight tossing with next light browsing throughout the dream — where floor breaks but the dragging lasts, an impression past the shadow within that frays the little girl's spur and t......

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...In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek Rousing replies risen bound by chains Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour Rid my face of discoloured honour......

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...In a world where I do not exist, Silent specters softly glide, Whispers wilt in twilight’s twist, Echoes ebb, and shadows hide. Time’s thread frays, a fading seam, Dreams are dust, disper......

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... Dear poet, please come get your tapestry, Tacked across the window—it hangs askew. My cat’s convinced it’s hers to claw, you see. The reds all clash—they’re far from harmony, But hey, it fill......

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...I wade through stagnant waters Unable to change my state. Forwards and backwards both lead to here, A place ive grown to hate. In the labrinth of days that blur to gray I wander, lost, with no......

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...Beneath the churning skies and wrathful sea, A lone man wails into swirling agony. Each crashing wave, a relentless assault, Mirroring the chaos of his inner tumult. Beneath tempestuous heaven......

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...Live is but a patchwork quilt Stitched together by Providence Fate and life's events It gets larger if you're lucky Collecting new patches to add every day A mixed bag of varied textures Both......

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...The sunset clouds are pinks and greys in tattered strips, in rips and frays, in feathered flight at end of days, in summer skies that fill my gaze. And in the pines beside the sea a hundred bi......

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...MusEcology is like musicology except music theory is about how to write outside resiliently capturing what is felt and heard resonantly flowing first inside Using a shared polycultural (P)......

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... Days Of Man Miracle Man 1/2024 Man is born of passion facing unknown days, void of life thoughts and path he’ll be facing. He’ll face cloudy days, an inducement to frays, also drea......

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...Another day, another ghostly glitch The catholic church stained glass shouldn’t be as grey as it was today. More and more the molding frays I can hear the coffins softy coughing There are more a......

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... Life seems to manifest itself more of me into a frown Surrounded by the foreign and the indifferent My heart pumps but for what? I feel like my soul is stuck in an endless strut. I feel alone an......

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